The Hammock Out Back at Creekhaven Inn
When you stay at one Bed & Breakfast as long as I do, you start to feel like you’re home. This is both good and bad. It’s good because it means you feel comfortable and welcome. Two qualities that are essential to any Great Bed & Breakfast. But it’s bad because it means that saying goodbye is that much harder.
Yesterday I left Creekhaven Inn. I left quietly. There was no fanfare or sappy goodbyes. I left early in the morning, leaving behind a note for my hosts Bill & Pat. The note was a letter of thanks, and an update on our progress. But here’s what it didn’t say (cause frankly I ran out of room on the page).
Here are some of the things I’m going to miss:
I’m going to miss rocking in my favorite rocking chair on the back deck, listening to the sounds of the creek. I’m going to miss the beautiful light that seemed to fill every room at mid-afternoon. I’m going to miss the Nature Trail that I loved to jog in the mornings. I’m going to miss Pat’s Egg Casseroles and specialty dishes. I’m going to miss the Wednesday Afternoon Farmer’s Market. I’m going to miss eating at The Leaning Pear for Lunch – but even more I’m going to miss walking there. And, I’m going to miss Bill & Pat’s company – especially the laughter.
Here are the things I wish I’d done:
I wish I’d spent at least one afternoon reading a book in that hammock out back. I wish I’d eaten at Marco’s. I wish I’d spent a night in the Garden House (in the Blue Star Room of course). I wish I’d had less work – so I could have explored more of the surrounding area (Note to Self: Must Delegate More). I wish I’d spent more time writing outside, and less time hauled up in my room. But mostly, I wish to go back (and I will – very soon).
See – that’s the thing about Goodbye. It seems so final. I think from now on instead of Goodbye – I’m going to say “Until We Meet Again”.